How does a woman of this world focus less on BEING something and devote herself to DOING something?

Prayer, you guys. It all comes down to prayer.

In the past, I’ve been what you would call a “casual” pray-er. If an anxiety attack comes on, God’s the first dude I call. If my plane is doing the turbulence dance, I’m all over the prayer stuff. If anyone I love has a suspicious looking mole on their cheek and even if it only turns out to be a sprinkle from their cupcake, I’ll pray so hard, I’ll forget to eat my own cupcake. (But then I eventually will eat it because it’s a cupcake. Duh.)

But for the longest time, prayer wasn’t necessarily something I sought to do on a regular basis, nor was it a thing that I believed actually worked. Really, it was just a way to focus my mind on something so worry wouldn’t gnaw a hole in my stomach.

So I never really thought of prayer as something powerful, something that could really change your life because God isn’t some genie in the sky who blinks and grants your every wish. And I’m right, He’s not.

But He’s love. He’s the connection between your heart and mine. And when we pray with intention for another human being instead of our own selfish needs and wants, we’re helping to connect those we’re praying for to God and wrap them in his warm embrace.

I know this because it happened to me.

I went from caring only about MYself, MY accomplishments, MY tush sitting on a chair next to Oprah so I could drone on and on about some bestseller I just penned and the way MY hair would look on camera to caring about others, their lives, their beautiful souls.

How did this change happen??

Prayer.

A few family members prayed for me and kept praying for me even when I insisted The Secret was the true religion, and if I focused hard enough, I’d be able to have more than my fair share of Oprah in my life…and a BMW…and maybe a few more cupcakes. But my family never stopped praying because they understood that His love is what I needed in my life. Not the glittery yet transient things that kept catching my eye.

It’s funny how I gave more credence to people and things and entire ways of thinking than I gave to God.

But when you live in this ill-stricken world, the one that cares more for Oprah, BMWs, and cupcakes than truth, it’s hard not to become a suffering patient right along with it.

So how about a little activity? I heard about an organization called CURE International that would greatly appreciate our prayers. They help A LOT of people and they fully understand that they’re an active representation of God’s love in this world.

Just click hereto pray for these people. There’s even a prayer guide that you can download that will help your heart find the right words.

God never abandoned me, you guys. I abandoned him. But he’s in my life now because I’ve finally allowed him to be.

And he’s there for you, too. Just let him hear your heart. Let him hear your prayers.

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3 thoughts on “How to Heal a Broken Heart”

I love your post and your blog theme. I believe in prayer and praying for others. You’re right God is in our lives because we invited him to love us, protect us, inspire us, and to guide us because leave it in our hands we will make a complete mess.
Glad I stumbled upon your blog.